Small world

Went to a session of my new choir this lunchtime. It’s a lot harder work than the old voice workshop – we are making a foray into Fauré (just had to get that in) and are supposedly performing, with several other choirs, at the Cadogan Hall at the beginning of March. Anyway before we started I was chatting to the lady sitting next to me and she said she lived at ‘the other end of the world’. On closer examination, it turned out that what she meant by ‘the world’ was Muswell Hill! It made me wonder about how far people are able to see more than their own little enclave…